Rowan fixed his cufflinks. He hated the silky texture of his ballroom suit. It was light brown with white sheer fabric as his tie tucked to the inside of his vest. The only comfortable clothing he wore that night was his boots. There were golden vine patterns on the lining of his coat and vest. The outfit actually also came with a cane decorated in gold to the shape of a raven which Rowan refused to take with him despite his butler's increasing plea.
Nope. This outfit alone is enough.
He stood in front of his royal carriage parked at the gate of The Black Beauty, waiting for his wife. Looking at his pocket watch again, he wondered why women always take so long to prepare. It was almost eight at the night and if they do not hurry, they would miss the banquet.
Just in time, the front doo
